Page 118 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
Mason
We are havingour housewarming party today. It’s become a bit of a double celebration. Part the house renovations being finished and part Willow and me living together. We have about thirty people coming, so not a huge number, but not a small get-together either. Willow invited her dad and Cassandra, but they didn’t respond. We’ve talked about it a couple times. And she’s dealing with it, but it still hurts her feelings even though she was expecting it.
It was a huge step on her part to do so. The least they could have done is respond. I think Cassandra is the negative in that equation, but Willow has a harder time seeing that. And I know she really just misses her dad. I hate that he can’t just man up and be here for her. Even without Cassandra. But he can’t. Or he won’t.
I’m in the kitchen, her kitchen not mine, where P-Tink and I are prepping meat for the smoker. And by that, I mean P-Tink waits at my feet for me to slip her small pieces of beef and chicken before I drop it in the marinade. I’ve got ribs, sausage, and chicken going in. Then later I’ll add a bunch of veggies. Because everything tastes better cooked with fire and smoke.
“Ain’t that right, P-Tink?”
The dog yelps in response. She and her mom both get me. Fucking love that.
Willow comes into the kitchen holding up regular towels and disposable towels for the bathroom. “Did we decide on disposable or real for today?”
I turn and drink her in. She’s wearing cut-offs—the same pair from the day we knocked out her bathroom wall way back when—paired with a white tank under a blue flannel that’s tied at her waist. White Converse on her feet, her hair curly and loose around her shoulders, cheeks still pink from the thorough fucking I gave her this morning. And goddamn if I’m not hard again.
“Come here,” I say.
“Why? What’s the matter?” She looks around the room, then down her front as she walks toward me. I slip off the rubber gloves I’m wearing to prep the meat, then grab her around the waist and hoist her to the counter, resting my hands on the sides of her knees.
“Have I told you lately how fucking beautiful you are?” I ask.
She giggles and rolls her eyes. “Yes, this morning and yesterday.”
“You are.” I run my hands up her legs and part her thighs to stand between them. “And these shorts, my god, ’Low, you give a man a coronary in these.”
“You’re just saying that,” she says.
I press my forehead to hers. “No, babe, I’m not. You are so hot, so sexy, even when you aren’t trying to be. I can’t believe I get to wake up next to you in the morning and fall asleep with you in my arms at night. I’m so lucky to have you as mine. I love you so much. Thank you for giving me that.”
“Aw come on!” she says. “Don’t be all nice and romantic and stuff before people start arriving. I’ll cry and my mascara will run, and—”
I silence her with a kiss. She moans into my mouth.
“How can I be turned on again after all the sex this morning?” she asks.
“How indeed?” I run my nose along the side of her face, breathing her in.
“You’re the only one to do this to me, you know?” she says breathlessly. “Make me this crazy.”
“And you me,” I say nodding toward my hard cock trying to break free from my khaki shorts. I stick my hands down the back of her shorts and grip her ass. Which pulls the center seam against her clit.
“Oh, that feels good,” she says, seeking my mouth. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me in closer. I grind against her seeking relief.
“Quickie?” I ask.
“God, yes.”
I unbutton her shorts, and she mine, and I’m inside her in a matter of seconds. Bare. Something new we started a few weeks ago. Blows my fucking mind. I sink all the way into her. She reaches around from under my arms and grips the tops of my shoulders pulling herself closer to me. I grab a leg and loop it over my arm, opening her even further while I piston my hips.
“Oh, god, Mason. Oh god,” she chants in my ear. “I love you.”
“I love you so much. God, Willow, so much.” I claim her lips with mine and continue pumping into her.
“So good,” she moans. Her moans and cries put me right on the edge.
“I’m close, baby,” I grunt.
“I’m . . . oh, Mason . . . oh yeah, right there, oh god.” Her head goes back and her muscles clench around my dick, as she cries out my name. Squeezing my orgasm from me, I let go with a roar and pump everything I have into her.
